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 10 .31 .01 Another enjoyable Halloween. Bought some candy, dressed up as Mr. Dim and tried to scare little children. Around the end of the looting hours, Nathan suggested that I stand like a dummy on the porch and then jump at the treat or treaters to scare the hell out of them. I didn't think it would work but even adults dismissed me as a dummy. So not only did I succeed in completely scaring the crap out of a bunch of kids but I even managed to get a few screams from a mother or two. Fun, fun, fun. Today was also the day we got Hobbes back from the animal hospital after his successful de-nadding. Oh, joyous day! Hopefully he won't spray anymore and I won't have to deal with the horrible smell only cats can produce. I still can't help but get nervous every time I see him linger with his back end toward a piece of furniture or my drums or the wall. Last week we went to see "From Hell" and I was surprised at how good the movie was since I had heard some negative reviews. Normally, if Johnny Depp is in a movie I can be 90% sure I'm going to like it so I guess I should have known what to expect when I went to see this one. It was bloody and dark. The characters, sets, and costumes were all great and it was neat to see one of the theories behind the legend of Jack the Ripper done this way. I had a lot more to say but I can't think right now. I'm tired and the night seems so long but it just barely turned midnight. It's probably because I was home from work at 5pm instead of 7pm. All in all, I was a good Halloween night to be sure. 10 .23 .01  Ok, so I forgot to mention that we took in a cat. A stray from a street over that was starving and cute and lets you rub his belly. There's three good reasons to take the cat in. He's a crazy little guy, friendly, and meows like a funny little kitty but the spraying has got to stop. I have no idea how many times the little bastard (a.k.a. Hobbes) sprayed but the house fucking stinks to high hell now. We've caught him doing it three times, twice in 15 minutes tonight. First he sprayed my bass drum skin and then he took a comfortable little seat in a box of drums sticks and proceeded to soak the box and the sticks with his hormone-filled, reeking urine!Needless to say, the whole thing, box and sticks included, were promptly tossed in the trash. Thankfully, the stinking little brat is getting the "treatment" next week (something I like to refer to as a "de-nadding"). He had better not spray after that because if he does he's being given to someone who can let him go outside or it's a trip to the Humane Society for him. I love cats. I don't love their FUCKING STINK!! I've always liked cats but as long as I didn't have to deal with them after I was done chasing them around the house and making them chase a laser pointer's dot I was quite happy to continue liking cats. Now that my house reeks of cat piss I know I'm not going to have a cat again. I didn't want a pet in the first place while I was living here but I couldn't let the little guy starve. I like cats but I like dogs much more. Of course, dogs require a lot more attention and responsibility, and that's not something I can offer right now. All I can say is that the spraying had better stop or Hobbes' future doesn't include living here and playing in the kitchen sinks anymore. 10 .16 .01 I smell like I'm in BC. When I went to Vancouver, I bought the wrong kind of deodorant and used it the whole time I was there. A couple of weeks ago I bought the same, wrong kind again and now everyday it smells like I'm in Vancouver. It's such a weird feeling to have. A particular scent just completely feels like a city and a period of time. I suddenly remember walking downtown by myself on my way to Granville Island, sitting on Cory's couch playing Dreamcast, playing basketball with Bruce and Dave, going back and forth between sushi joints with Greg, driving around in Bruce's little car, or drumming at Charles place. It's really very strange how just one scent can bring it all back like that. It was very weird on Saturday because Nathan, Charlotte and myself were invited over to Courteney's for breakfast. It was really good. There were crèpes with a bunch of fresh veggies, mushrooms, and scrambled eggs, some kick ass French toast, and muffins. The whole time it was being cooked, I was sitting there and I could smell the cooking eggs and I could also smell my deodorant. It was very surreal because it really felt like I was in Vancouver again. It smelled like Cory's apartment when he made omelettes the first morning I was there, and I was in a place I had never been in before, and hanging out with some people I've never really hung out with before either. Maybe I should stop smelling myself somehow. 10 .10 .01 These updates are getting very few and far between. I finally finished the bulk of Nathan's site and you should go check it our here if you'd like to hear samples from his new album, "Bottom Dollar," and find out all about what's going on with that whole deal. Yesterday was my parents' 25th wedding anniversary. A pretty big milestone. We didn't really do much by way of events for them. My aunts got us all together for some cake and stuff last week so that was good. Me and my brother and sister all chipped in to pay for their rooms and I guess they were pretty surprised when they checked out. Kudos to my brother for the idea. Monday I went up west to visit my grandparents for Thanksgiving. It was the first time we've ever been there without my parents, who were away for a few days. Pretty much without exchange, Jonathan drove myself and my sister there in my mom's new car. I've driven with my brother before but it's still pretty weird for some reason. Oddly enough though, he's one of those people I feel comfortable with driving. Well, as comfortable as I can get in a moving vehicle. As always, the dinner was great thanks to my grandmother's excellent cooking and, as full as I was after the meal, I managed to polish off 2 slices of pumpkin pie. Sweet, sweet pumpkin pie. The pumpkin pie fudge I bought at the Sweet Factory when I went to Charlottetown with Ian and Holly on Saturday in no way compares to the real thing. On the topic of anniversaries, today was our 1-year in the new office as Revolution Media. I guess, in a way, we celebrated it with some of Mark's pumpkin pie. That makes 3 slices in 3 days. I'm doing pretty good. It's strange that a year has gone by already and that I've been still sitting in the same uncomfortable chair this whole time. I really have to see about asking for a new chair one of these days. Everyone in the office has these nice chairs and I'm stuck with the broken, back-breaking seat. I've been with the company since 1998 or something and the new employees get better chairs than I do. Not fair. Not fair at all. Yet another anniversary to mention, though not a happy one, is the 1 month since the tragedy in September. I can't believe a month has gone by that quickly. -->> May contain hazardous materials. |
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